The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... Perhaps Ben Jonson ridicules this scene of Romeo and Juliet , in his New Inn : 66 Huff . How , spill it ? Spill it at me ? Tip . I reck not , but I spill it . " STEEVENS . This mode of quarrelling appears to have been common in our ...
... Perhaps Ben Jonson ridicules this scene of Romeo and Juliet , in his New Inn : 66 Huff . How , spill it ? Spill it at me ? Tip . I reck not , but I spill it . " STEEVENS . This mode of quarrelling appears to have been common in our ...
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... Perhaps there is no mistake . Gregory may mean Tybalt , who enters immediately after Benvolio , but on a different part of the stage . The eyes of the servant may be directed the way he sees Tybalt coming , and in the mean time ...
... Perhaps there is no mistake . Gregory may mean Tybalt , who enters immediately after Benvolio , but on a different part of the stage . The eyes of the servant may be directed the way he sees Tybalt coming , and in the mean time ...
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... perhaps it might be hinted by the ode of Sappho preserved by Longinus . Petrarch is full of it : " Pace non trovo , e non hó da far guerra ; " E temo , e spero , e ardo , e son un ghiaccio ; " E volo sopra'l ciel , e ghiaccio in terra ...
... perhaps it might be hinted by the ode of Sappho preserved by Longinus . Petrarch is full of it : " Pace non trovo , e non hó da far guerra ; " E temo , e spero , e ardo , e son un ghiaccio ; " E volo sopra'l ciel , e ghiaccio in terra ...
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... perhaps a meaning never given to the word in any other place . I would rather read , Being urg'd , a fire sparkling- . Being excited and inforced . the fire is the technical term . JOHNSON . To urge Dr. Akenside in his Hymn to ...
... perhaps a meaning never given to the word in any other place . I would rather read , Being urg'd , a fire sparkling- . Being excited and inforced . the fire is the technical term . JOHNSON . To urge Dr. Akenside in his Hymn to ...
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... perhaps the present reading may be right , and Romeo means to say , in his quaint jargon , That she is poor , because she leaves no part of her store behind her , as with her all beauty will die . M. MASON . Words are sometimes shuffled ...
... perhaps the present reading may be right , and Romeo means to say , in his quaint jargon , That she is poor , because she leaves no part of her store behind her , as with her all beauty will die . M. MASON . Words are sometimes shuffled ...
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Page 380 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 52 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 83 - Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Page 66 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Page 379 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 84 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Page 411 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Page 89 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Page 382 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 77 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night.